Naomi was lying on the bed. Her sweet and delicate sleeping body stirred because of the light. Her long eyelashes trembled. She felt that something was amiss.
Light? Why would there be light? She should be in her own room. Graham wouldn't come in. D*mn it! She seemed... to not be in her room!
Her mind cleared up in an instant.
Graham's finger rested on the light switch. Anger swept across all of his senses. He stared at the person curled up in the quilt with long legs exposed on his bed.
"Naomi Sellers!" he roared.
Naomi quivered and shot up from the bed.
The light was too bright. She couldn't open her eyes, merely squinting at the figure before her. She could almost see the aura emanating from him.
She couldn't see clearly, but her mind was clear.
She looked down, seeing the bed t
